There is nothing to me.
There is nothing through
there was a time I had felt elation
before all sensation died.

I cannot breathe.
I can't deny that I've been feigning,
for you, every vital sign defied.

This means nothing to me.
This means nothing so spare me the lies.
I deny you sympathy just as I have been denied.

I cannot breath.
I can't deny that I've been faking,
for you, every sign of life

I died for the last lie,
and the heartbreak for the first time,
I could not take ‘til I made you cry.

This is what you taught me.
This is what you taught - and I learned well -
to recognize that feeling can be dispelled.

Show your wounds I'm bored with mine.
Nothing is new.
Don't despair I rarely cry.

Oh, my dear please dry your eyes.
Who could harm you?
To hurt you is to be despised, as I'd love to.